“ I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
— Wallace Stevens (via likeafieldmouse)

(Source: observando)

posted : Saturday, August 30th, 2014

reblogged from : Howitzer Literary Society

“ Can the animal in me kill
the animal I will not eat?

I’ve managed to keep my palms
clean of god this long.
— from “First Catch,” Victoria Lynne McCoy (via kenomas)

posted : Saturday, August 30th, 2014

reblogged from : κένωματα

"No matter how huge your loss, as long as you remain engaged with your life, the best days of your life may still be ahead of you.

Don’t misunderstand me: the pain of your loss will remain with you for the rest of your life. But great joy will be there right beside it.

Deep sorrow and deep joy can exist within you, side by side. At every moment. And it’s not confusing. And it’s not a conflict.”

— Augusten Burroughs (elreem via journalofanobody)

posted : Friday, August 29th, 2014

reblogged from : nothingeverything.

“ Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.

posted : Friday, August 29th, 2014

reblogged from : Written Remedie

sotlylaisse:

Sophie Calle - The Graves, 1990, Gelatin silver print on aluminium, Triptych- 180 x 100 cm each, Photo © Museum Moderner Kunst Stiftung Ludwig Wien

posted : Friday, August 29th, 2014

reblogged from : magasin des curiosités

“In the gray herds of sheep, wolves lie concealed, which is to say, beings that still know what freedom is. And these wolves are not only themselves very strong, but there also exists the risk that, on a bad day, these might pass on their qualities to the masses, turning them from dumb herds to aggressive packs. This is the nightmare of the rulers.”

Ernst Jünger, The Forest Passage (via gnostix1)

(Source: ridedatigah)

posted : Friday, August 29th, 2014

reblogged from : gnostix2

“The facts of nature cannot in the long run be violated. Penetrating and seeping through everything like water, they will undermine any system that fails to take them into account.”

— Carl G. Jung (saturnrising via liberatingreality)

posted : Monday, August 25th, 2014

reblogged from : saturn rising

“ Aren’t my eyes bigger than love?
Isn’t this history, and aren’t we a couple of ruins?
Is Carthage Pompeii? is the pillow the bed? is the sun
What glues our heads together? O midnight! O midnight!
Is love what we are,
Or has happiness come to me in a private car
That’s so very small I’m amazed to see it there?
— Kenneth Koch, “In Love with You” (via mitochondria)

posted : Monday, August 25th, 2014

reblogged from : gnostix2

seemoreandmore:

Jenny Pollak

seemoreandmore:

Jenny Pollak

posted : Monday, August 25th, 2014

reblogged from : see more

“ I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
— Vincent van Gogh (via vincentvangogh-art)

posted : Monday, August 25th, 2014

reblogged from : Howitzer Literary Society